Zhao Wuji's large hands became exceptionally thick and heavy, like oversized fans made of reeds.
As Tang San mentioned, Zhao Wuji hadn't utilized his Soul Power before Zhu Zhuqing struck at his weakest. He hadn't even considered using his Martial Soul Fusion.
For a level 76 Soul Sage like him, several Grand Soul Masters in their twenties were too insignificant. He was merely playing with these children and stretching his limbs.
However, being careless often came with a price. His underestimation, coupled with Tang San and his companions exceeding level 30 in strength under Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's enhancement, along with their perfect coordination achieved without practice, caught this immovable Zhao Wuji off guard.
Dusting his head, Zhao Wuji said irritably, "Damn it, an eighty-year-old mother has floundered her child. It seems, Mubai, I can't take it easy with you lot. Stop laughing, and come to me for combat class tomorrow."
